Last Wednesday, Klaxon came down with a stomach bug. He rallied on Thursday, just as Zarf's cold/flu amped up to stay-in-bed-all-day-with-the-cat level. Friday, Mr Wrath took the day off and coincidentally I caught Zarf's cold (with a side order of fever). By Sunday, Klaxon was sick with the same thing, so on Monday he celebrated his eighth birthday with cake, Lego, a new pocket knife, tissues and tears. "I don't want to be sick ANYMORE!" was his lament.
Ditto, I said.
Even today none of us are feeling 100% (though Mr Wrath still hasn't succumbed to our germs) and I'm trying to distract the boys with Christmas activities, movies, crafts and music.
When the Christmas music gets a little too much, I play this 24 hour long clip of the Enterprise engines idling.
It makes me feel very zen-like. Which is vital during the holidays or when you're sick OR when you yell "COVER YOUR MOUTH" for the 4 billionth time.
Merry. Freakin'. Christmas.